Stuck with the failing im falling apart..

thoughts of the worst, i am chased in the dark

some of the voices i hear are familiar,

seems like i saw all these women in cinemas,

aint never giving up on our familia

people get close but they're keepin it far

sticked to myself when i opened the jar (shtick)

many of those who be calling for arrogance

Never aware of the future they carry us,

incepted tolerance, begging for barriers

lower the stereo

buckin is buckin, we lookin for carrier

tied to the circle of lies n its narrow
how

tags n the prices dictating the fashion
now

follow the narratives same as ur parents done

catching the balance, the shits not fo erryone
unlisted character, spirit of Obi-Wan

similar challenger, simple as anyone
average psychopath, smooth as a semi-tone

symphony amateur, lyric professional
10 thousand hours - is more, than the casual

times im too passionate, none of the rational

(None, no, nada!)

done with the baling im falling apart

spelling the curses alone in the park

some of the voices are feral and curious,

its like i saw all these people at funerals,

aint never give up on my favorite part

stuck in the rappin, we're deep in like fleet

style has been given - why i never clip

bounce out yo liver, deliver like me

im boutta be the one never deceived

shivering weaver, no dimming for free

shaking n freezing im cold in the business
avoiding the taxes, compelling and glib

taking it serious, everyone's devious
unravel gradually, speaking to sea

sins are forsaken of those've never taken

response for the actions they want to exceed

path of the devil is signing to label

who dress you in clothes you would've never perceived

back to the business, its slipping so fast

now im

much

forth to the light cuz the war ever lasts

shouting your name like im looking for coming back

beggin for homes with the people inside of'em

its never true with the broken environment

dont count me out man im trying again

dont call it a comeback it all was a plan

so many think that im making no guap

may those understand - i dont show what i got

Фрау Заурих: Вы знаете, какая это за трава?

Это великолепная трава, лечебная!

Вот если её посушить, то очень хорошо из нее отвар сделать...

Понюхайте-ка, а?

Нужно пить этот отвар при больных почках. У вас болят почки?

Штирлиц: Нет.

Фрау Заурих: Жаль.

Очень жаль, потому что этот отвар очень хорошо помогает при больных почках...

Как вы думаете, Господин Бользен, я смогу проходить еще сезон в этих ботах, а?

Штирлиц: Вполне.
Фрау Заурих: Я тоже так думаю.